An orange glow coming from a fire-pit in the centre of a small hut threw out a faint light filling the small space with thick smoke. An involuntary groan escaped his lips as he sat up, pain washing over his throbbing head. His first thought was for Aliss.In the gloom he could make out walls made from mud daubed over a wooden frame. Loose reeds coated the floor, and, bound tightly together formed a thatch over the low roof above him. He noticed his sword lying on the ground beside him. This surprised him, but made him no less wary. He was alone. A piercing wail made him pause, a shriek from some sort of animal, a cat perhaps. As he listened intently, the main door of the dwelling suddenly swung inwards, making him jump and fumble for his sword.The bandit who had hit him over the head stepped in, carrying a plate of what looked like bread and roast meat. The smells drifting towards him and the involuntary rumble from his stomach confirmed his suspicion. “Relax. I’ve brought you some food,”
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